Satanic creature!  And to think that we place it in the front rank of the insect world!  The books celebrate its virtues and never tire of its praises; the naturalists hold it in high esteem and add to its reputation daily; so true is it of animals, as of man, that of the various means of living in history the most certain is to do harm to others.

Every one knows the Bousier (dung-beetle) and the Necrophorus, those lively murderers; the gnat, the drinker of blood; the wasp, the irascible bully with the poisoned dagger; and the ant, the maleficent creature which in the villages of the South of France saps and imperils the rafters and ceilings of a dwelling with the same energy it brings to the eating of a fig.  I need say no more; human history is full of similar examples of the useful misunderstood and undervalued and the calamitous glorified.

What with the ants and other exterminating forces, the massacre was so great that the colonies of Crickets in my orchard, so numerous at the outset, were so far decimated that I could not continue my observations, but had to resort to the outside world for further information.

In August, among the detritus of decaying leaves, in little oases whose turf is not burned by the sun, I find the young Cricket has already grown to a considerable size; he is all black, like the adult, without a vestige of the white cincture of the early days.  He has no domicile.  The shelter of a dead leaf, the cover afforded by a flat stone is sufficient; he is a nomad, and careless where he takes his repose.

[Illustration:  1.  THE FIELD-CRICKET.  A DUEL BETWEEN RIVALS.

2.  THE FIELD-CRICKET.  THE DEFEATED RIVAL RETIRES, INSULTED BY THE VICTOR.]

Not until the end of October, when the first frosts are at hand, does the work of burrowing commence.  The operation is very simple, as far as I can tell from what I have learned from the insect in captivity.  The burrow is never made at a bare or conspicuous point; it is always commenced under the shelter of a faded leaf of lettuce, the remains of the food provided.  This takes the place of the curtain of grass so necessary to preserve the mysterious privacy of the establishment.

The little miner scratches with his fore-claws, but also makes use of the pincers of his mandibles in order to remove pieces of grit or gravel of any size.  I see him stamping with his powerful hinder limbs, which are provided with a double row of spines; I see him raking and sweeping backwards the excavated material, and spreading it out in an inclined plane.  This is his whole method.

At first the work goes forward merrily.  The excavator disappears under the easily excavated soil of his prison after two hours’ labour.  At intervals he returns to the orifice, always tail first, and always raking and sweeping.  If fatigue overcomes him he rests on the threshold of his burrow, his head projecting outwards, his antennae gently vibrating.  Presently he re-enters his tunnel and sets to work again with his pincers and rakes.  Presently his periods of repose grow longer and tire my patience.